C-Diff and My Roller Coaster Ride
Hello,
I just got out of the hospital two weeks ago and I'm still on the antibiotic budesonide because it was my fourth round with C-Diff since last October. Seven more days in the hospital and I'm working with an Infectious Disease doctor. The last 16 months, every time I started feeling better, I got knocked back down and get weaker and weaker.
Last Friday I was getting ready to get on my bicycle that's on a trainer in the basement, twenty steps away from the bathroom. I tried walking but every time I get active I have to go to the bathroom.
I lost 80 pounds since I was diagnosed and most of it is muscle. My nutritionist put me on an all liquid diet to give my intestines a break as the Entivio is now starting to work. It's from a company called Kate Farms and is the same formula used in feeding tubes. The proteins are broken down into peptides. At 500 calories a day, she wanted me to start on four a day and then move to 5 a day to help get my weight to move in the right direction. I haven't been 154 lbs. since I was a sophomore in high school in 1983.
Unfortunately something in them sent me into diarrhea progressively worse. I was told that it might take a few days for my body to adjust so I stayed with it until it got too much and I couldn't keep up my hydration. After I started eating solid food, my poop got solid.
After I finish tapering down budesonide I am most likely to get a Fecal Transplant. Which is good because as a child due to being born 8 weeks early with a hole in my heart where the four chambers had not closed. So in the sixties until the early eighties I was pumped up with antibiotics every time I had a cold, flu or my many bouts with pneumonia. Doctors thought antibiotics could do no harm. Even today we are just starting to understand the millions of cells in the biome. So my biome lost it's ability to defend me, where 80% of the immune system resides. A fresh biome will be a blessing.
I'm on Wellbutrin and Cymbalta which helped me from jumping into the abyss lake of depression. I can't help but wonder, not when I will reach remission, but what the hell is going to happen next.
Remicade starting working than failed. Humira started to work and whether or not it was C-Diff or the Humira failing, I went to the hospital for my first battle with C-Diff. I kept up the Humira until my third round with C-Diff.
To further complicate my life, one week ago my ankles, knees and elbows joints got inflamed. My doctor tested me for Rheumatoid Arthritis (RA), another autoimmune disease.
I'm trying to be cautiously optimistic as I feel my guts settling down and my joints have calmed down, other than a torn muscle in my left foot from walking down the stairs with inflamed ankles. It's interesting it happens on the left foot. My left knee has been dislocating. My knees are misaligned. The year before I developed Crohn's I had surgery on my right knee after an unfortunate collision during a competitive volleyball game. I asked my orthopedic surgeon about the misalignment. He told me my knees were strong enough to not worry. All of my bike riding and volleyball paid off.
Now that my body has shrunk me into a ghost of what I used to be, my strong knees are gone. Luckily everything is loose enough that nothing is being damaged. The MRI was clear. I have a fancy knee brace that I need to wear more often, but at night when most of the dislocations happen because I am an active sleeper, the brace tangles and my blankets go away. The best way to remedy this is to ride my bike, which was about to happen when my joints inflamed. I find out next week if my blood test shows RA.
When I turned 50, my doctor prescribed medicine for my high blood pressure and high glucose. I did the unconventional route and started exercising and making better food choices. I didn't need any medicine and was feeling great. I hit a plateau at 235 lbs. I prayed to lose 20 more pounds and the next week when Criohn's assaulted me and my high fiber diet. After ten days, I was hospitalized 25 pounds lighter, water weight from massive dehydration and lack of absorbing food for many days had me 4 days away from organ failure and as the doctor explained, 4 days form never going home again.
It’s been a real roller coaster ride, but hopefully by the end of next summer, I’ll be riding my bike in the Colorado Rockies that I look at every day from my Centennial home, a suburb of Denver.